Thank you so, so much to everyone who has reviewed! I've absolutely love hearing your thoughts and suggestions. I got a lot of people asking to see the rest of the gang's reaction to Shawn and Jules's announcement. While I can say that I'm working on that, I have to apologize for not posting that one next. This little story sort of just took control and I thought, rather than wait forever to update, I should just post this one now. So, that being said, most of these stories will probably be out of order. (Yes, stories. I'm planning and currently writing a few more!).

Again, thank you SO much for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoy this one as much or more as the last. Also, I apologize in advance for any extreme grammar errors. I'm currently resting off wisdom teeth removal, so there may be a few obvious errors.

What's in a Name?

"Come on, Jules, what's so bad about it?" Shawn whined. He and Juliet were sitting on a swinging bench on their porch. Surrounding them were many books, some opened and some unopened and stacked upon one another. The warm, late summer air was cooled by a very gentle breeze that blew the pages up and down.

"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer," Juliet said absently, absorbed in one of the books which was opened on her round stomach. She was sitting against the corner of the bench, her feet resting in Shawn's lap.

"But really, though, it's the best name," Shawn explained. "It's perfectly ambiguous; a girl or a boy can be named Starfish. We wouldn't have to come up with two different options. And," he added eagerly. "It's unique. We would never have to worry about our son being the third Jack in class or our daughter being the millionth Megan. There's no way our child would be confused with any other kid at school."

"Shawn, for the thousandth time, I am not naming my child Starfish," Juliet said calmly, still scanning the book. "We're not hippies and even if we were, that would just be too much. And I thought we vetoed Jack and Megan last week?"

"Fine, sweetheart," Shawn sighed resignedly. "Fine. Let's just continue to look through these books of cliché, generic names, shall we?"

Juliet smiled vaguely as she turned the page.

"That's all I ask of you, dear," she said. Shawn picked up a book and started leafing through it dramatically.

"So are we looking for a girl's name or a boy's name first?" he asked. Juliet looked up.

"I was thinking we could come up with a couple of options for a girl first," she answered thoughtfully. "And then we can look at boy names."

Shawn nodded, though he was frowning slightly. This was going to take forever.

"This would all be much easier if we had found out the baby's gender," he said carefully.

"But Shawn, we agreed that we wanted to be surprised, remember?" Juliet exclaimed, smiling slightly. "I don't want to find out until he or she is born. It makes everything even more exciting."

Shawn couldn't argue with this. The joyful smile on Juliet's face made him warm up inside. She was already a gorgeous mother. Massaging her feet gently, he went back to the books.

"Alright…let's see…" he scanned a page of all "T" names. "Tabatha?"

"Isn't that the name of the daughter on Bewitched?" Jules asked, rejection filling her voice. "How about Imogen?"

Shawn blinked.

"Imogen?" he repeated incredulously. Juliet let out a laugh.

"I guess not," she grinned. "Oh! This one's kind of sweet. Winnie?"

Shawn shook his head immediately.

"Just imagine how many kids would call her 'Pooh'," he reasoned. "And tease her about being named after a pudgy old bear. And a piece of poo…"

"Everyone loves Winnie the Pooh!" Juliet argued.

"That doesn't mean they won't tease her," Shawn said. He smacked his lips, as though tasting something bad. "Winnie Spencer…just doesn't sound right."

Juliet winced a little upon hearing the names together. Shawn picked up another book, reading off the first name he saw.

"Alyssa?"

"Eh…"

"Charlotte?" Juliet tried.

But all Shawn had to say to that was "Some Pig."

"Gwen?"

"Spider-man's girlfriend?"

"Fine, how about…Lucy?" Juliet scanned a book called "Fantastical Names for Your Baby".

"That could work. What about Daphne? Velma?"

"Shawn!"

"That's my name Jules," Shawn said, frowning and looking up at her. "That would just be weird."

"No Scooby-Doo names," Juliet said, rolling her eyes. They continued to offer up names. Together they denied Lacy, Celeste, Shelby, Lydia, Molly ("But Ringwald, Jules!"), Elena, Marta, Lindsey, Amelia, and countless others. Shawn had, however, taken up a long list of possibilities that he and Juliet could agree might work.

"So far we have Ariana, Emma, Olive, Matilda, Lucy, and Grace," Shawn read off. He thought for a few seconds before adding, "Why don't we do a really nice, pure 80's name? Like…Lisa?"

Juliet looked up from her book and tried it out. "Lisa. Lisa Spencer." She smiled. "That's pretty cute."

"You're pretty cute, Jules," Shawn grinned at Juliet, tickling her feet. She giggled, causing the book she was holding to fall to the ground. Juliet tried to reach for it, but her overlarge stomach made things difficult.

"Here, baby, I got it," Shawn said, stopping her. Juliet leaned back as he picked it up. When he handed it to her, however, she realized that it was not the same book. He sat back down and she was about to ask him to give her the actual book, but the title of this one caught her eye.

"'Your Shakespearean Baby?'" she read, eyebrows furrowed. She showed it to Shawn. "I didn't know we had this one."

Shawn shrugged, gently placing her feet back on his lap.

"That could be interesting." He nodded, reaching his arm out and resting his palm on her stomach. "Why don't we see what the baby thinks?"

Juliet put hers next to his and opened the book with one hand.

"Let's see…there's Rosalind," she began. Nothing. "Audrey? No. Ophelia? Cordelia? Helena? Cressida?"

Juliet scrunched her nose as she scanned the page. Her eyes had just reached the bottom when she smiled.

"This one's sweet," she said, pointing at her spot.

"Let's hear it, then," Shawn smiled as well.

"Phoebe," Juliet read gently.

No sooner had she said this when, suddenly, Shawn felt something under his hand. He and Juliet looked up at each other, awestruck.

"Phoebe," Shawn said seriously to Juliet's stomach. The baby kicked again. Juliet let out a breathless laugh. A grin split over Shawn's face and he rubbed his hand over the spot where the baby had kicked.

"I think we found the winner," he said softly.

"Phoebe?" They tried again at the same time. The baby kicked more.

Shawn could hardly believe it. A thought struck him suddenly. "What about middle names?"

An affectionate glint appeared in Juliet's eyes.

"Madeleine." She stated and Shawn could tell that she had decided this long ago. Shawn felt a sudden rush of appreciation for the beautiful woman sitting next to him. Not that he didn't feel that all of the time; no, he just felt it even more intensely.

"I love it," he murmured. "My mom is going to love it."

Juliet smiled understandingly. She knew how important Shawn's mother was to him. Although she loved her own mother very much, she could see that Shawn and Madeleine had a very rare, special connection that she had never quite had with her mom.

"So is that it then?" Shawn asked. "Phoebe Madeleine Spencer?"

Juliet clapped her hands together eagerly.

"Looks like it!" She grinned. Shawn beamed and leaned over her, his propping himself up with one arm.

"I'm going to kiss you on the mouth now," he told her.

"You go for it," Juliet whispered, her smile wrinkling her nose. They kissed, long and tender, before Shawn sat back down.

"Phoebe Madeleine Spencer," he repeated with a goofy grin still on his face. They were already a little over five months into this and Shawn was still having a little trouble believing that he was going to be a Dad. Sometimes he had to remind himself that he already sort of was. And then there were those little moments when a surge of excitement and joy filled him, when it really hit him that he and his Jules, the woman he loved more than anything else, had together created living proof of their love. It was moments like when his Dad had actually kissed him on the head with (to Shawn's immense surprise) tears in his eyes, or when Juliet's baby bump first became noticeable, or when he felt the baby kick for the first time or saw it on the ultra-sound or now….now when he and Jules had picked out the perfect name for their potential daughter.

Shawn looked up to see Juliet staring at her stomach. He could guess, and he was correct, that she was thinking the exact same thing. She was, to be perfectly honest, nothing short of terrified at the prospect of being a mother. She had been since finding out about the baby. But, her joy overpowered whatever fear was there and her excitement made it less scary.

"Phoebe Madeleine Spencer." Juliet said after Shawn. "That really has an adorable ring to it."

"Yes," Shawn agreed. "And it also sounds really good scolding." He put on a surly face that seemed like an exact impression of his Dad. His tested it out in an attempt at an angry voice. "Phoebe Madeleine Spencer, you go to your room right…."

Shawn trailed off, his expression slipping into a shocked frown.

"Uh oh…" he muttered. He said the name on his breath. "Phoebe Madeleine Spencer…oh god, Jules, that's not going to work. We can't name any child of ours that."
"What?" Juliet exclaimed, appalled. They had both just fallen in love with that name! "How can you say that? A minute ago you were saying how perfect it was and now…"

"Think about it, Jules," Shawn said quietly, knowingly. Juliet said the voice over in her head.

"Phoebe M…Oh!" She gasped. Her face fell. "Oh…you're right, Shawn, that's not going to work."

"What kind of parents would we be if we gave our kid the initials P.M.S.?" Shawn wondered out loud, horrified. Juliet shook her head grimly.

"Pretty mean ones," she answered. They thought for a second, both reflecting on how unfortunate it was that such a perfect name could have such a terrible acronym.

"What if," Juliet began brightly, an idea coming to her, "What if we just add another middle name?"

Shawn snapped his fingers and pointed at her.

"Genius," he nodded, smiling. Juliet thought about it for a moment before opening her eyes wide like the answer was obvious.

"We liked 'Lisa', so why don't we use that?" she beamed. "Phoebe Madeleine Lisa Spencer."

"Perfect!" Shawn exclaimed gleefully. He leapt to his feet, equal parts happy about finding a perfect name and not having to search anymore. "I love it. I love you" he kissed Juliet and then moved his head to talk to her stomach. "And I love you, sweet unborn-child-o'-mine" he kissed the spot where the baby had kicked and then stood up straight, dancing around the discarded books. Juliet beamed with amusement, watching Shawn jump around the porch. She grabbed his hand when he passed, though, stopping him and turning him around.

"Shawn, just one more thing?" she smiled. Shawn fell to his knee and placed a gentlemanly kiss on Juliet's hand.

"Yes, sweet Jules?" he asked, his eyes radiant with joy. Juliet sat up a bit so that her face was closer to his.

"What if it's a boy?"

Shawn's face slowly wiped blank. He blinked, kissed Juliet's hand again.

"Back to square one," he sighed. Sitting down, he opened another book. They sat in silence for a moment before Shawn said dryly,

"See how much easier it would have been if we had just gone with Starfish?"

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